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"
Where
the
devil
will
constancy
niche
itself
next
?
"
murmured
Athos
.
"
And
I
,
also
,
"
said
d'Artagnan
,
"
I
also
.
I
shall
always
love
you
;
be
sure
of
that
.
But
now
answer
me
.
I
attach
great
importance
to
the
question
I
am
about
to
put
to
you
.
Did
you
never
hear
talk
of
a
young
woman
who
was
carried
off
one
night
?
"
"
There
,
now
!
Oh
,
Monsieur
Chevalier
,
do
you
love
that
woman
still
?
"
"
No
,
no
;
it
is
one
of
my
friends
who
loves
her
--
Monsieur
Athos
,
this
gentleman
here
.
"
"
I
?
"
cried
Athos
,
with
an
accent
like
that
of
a
man
who
perceives
he
is
about
to
tread
upon
an
adder
.
"
You
,
to
be
sure
!
"
said
d'Artagnan
,
pressing
Athos
's
hand
.
"
You
know
the
interest
we
both
take
in
this
poor
little
Madame
Bonacieux
.
Besides
,
Kitty
will
tell
nothing
;
will
you
,
Kitty
?
You
understand
,
my
dear
girl
,
"
continued
d'Artagnan
,
"
she
is
the
wife
of
that
frightful
baboon
you
saw
at
the
door
as
you
came
in
.
"
"
Oh
,
my
God
!
You
remind
me
of
my
fright
!
If
he
should
have
known
me
again
!
"
"
How
?
know
you
again
?
Did
you
ever
see
that
man
before
?
"
"
He
came
twice
to
Milady
's
.
"
